Hot Asian Bombshell Dances And Seduces A Bald White Hunk With A Huge Dick
Title: The Dance of Seduction
A dimly lit room, the air thick with anticipation. The silken rustle of kimono against bare skin, the faint glimmer of red lacquered nails. In the corner, a man – tall, broad-shouldered, his scalp gleaming in the low light. He watches, a predator sizing up his prey, as a woman steps into view.
She’s a vision, this woman. Jet black hair spills over creamy shoulders, framing a face of flawless Alabaster. Full, pouty lips curve into a coy smile, and almond-shaped eyes sparkle with mischief. A geisha’s painted mask, temptation incarnate.
The kimono is tied loosely at the waist, exposing an expanse of smooth midriff. With each sinuous movement, the silken fabric parts, hinting at the treasures beneath. High, rounded breasts strain against the flimsy top, nipples visibly hardening under the heated gaze.
She begins to dance, an ancient ballet of seduction. Arms rise gracefully, hands flowing like silken ribbons. Her body sways, hips undulating to an unheard rhythm. Heads turn, watching the hypnotic gyrations, tracing the path of the kimono as it slides down, exposing more succulent flesh.
Legs long and toned, calves flexing as she turns. The curve of her ass, a perfect peach begging to be bitten. She arches her back, presenting herself, a black lace thong the only barrier protecting her most intimate secrets.
Stepping closer, she reaches out, slender fingers walking up his chest, toying with the buttons of his shirt. His hands find her hips, large and possessive. She leans in, whispering naughty promises, her warm breath tickling his ear.
“Shall I unwrap my gift for you, sir? Let you see what’s hidden beneath the pretty paper?” Her voice is honeyed silk, dripping with suggestiveness. He growls low in his throat, hauling her against his hard body. She can feel the evidence of his desire, thick and insistent pressing into her belly.
Carefully, teasingly, she unties his belt, her nimble fingers making quick work of his pants. They pool at his feet, revealing a massive erection tenting his boxers. She licks her lips hungrily at the impressive bulge, palming him through the thin fabric.
“Oh my, what a big cock you have,” she purrs appreciatively. In one swift motion, she pulls down his boxers, freeing his straining member. It bobs heavily, flushed a dark purple and weeping at the tip. She wraps her hand around his girth, thumb swiping at the bead of moisture.
“On your knees, girl,” he commands gruffly, fisting a hand in her silky hair. Obediently, she sinks to her knees, maintaining eye contact as she laves her tongue along his shaft. He hisses at the first touch of her wet mouth, hips jerking forward.
She takes him deep, relaxing her throat to accommodate his size. Sucking and slurping shamelessly, she bobs her head, taking him down to the root. Her hand continues to pump what she can’t fit, twisting at the tip. His balls tighten, signaling his imminent release.
But he won’t let himself come just yet, no matter how good her hot little mouth feels. With a groan, he pulls her off him by her hair, pushing her back onto the bed. She sprawls wantonly, thighs falling apart in invitation. The shadowy juncture at the apex glistens attractively.
Hooking his hands behind her knees, he spreads her wide, gazing hungrily at the pink folds twitching in anticipation. He breathes in her heady aroma, parting her with his thumbs. She’s drenched, swollen, and ready. Evidently, the dancing has aroused her as much as him.
Notching himself at her entrance, he teases her, rubbing the weeping head of his cock up and down her slit. She writhes beneath him, whimpering needily. “Please,” she begs, “I need you inside me. Fuck me hard!”
The polite, demure girl has disappeared, replaced by a wanton creature desperate to be filled and stretched by his big cock. He can’t deny her. With one powerful thrust, he seats himself fully, groaning as her tight sheath engulfs him.
They set a frenzied pace, grunting and panting like wild beasts. She wraps her legs around his waist, using the leverage to meet his every thrust. The bed creaks and shakes with the force of their coupling. He slams into her, the head of his cock kissing her cervix with each deep stroke.
Reaching between their sweat-slicked bodies, he finds her clit, rubbing it in tight circles. She comes sobbing his name, her sex rippling around him. The sensation is too much and with a roar, he empties himself inside her.
They collapse together, limbs entwined. He holds her as she trembles through the aftershocks, fingers stroking her damp skin soothingly. “That was incredible,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to her temple. “I’ve never felt anything like that before.”
She smiles smugly, curling into his side. “I aim to please. I’m happy you enjoyed your present, sir.” She yawns delicately, suddenly feeling very tired.
As sleep claims her, still sated and satisfied, her lips curve into a knowing smirk. She’s accomplished her mission – she’s seduced the bald white hunk with a hugely impressive dick. And him chasing her around the bed next had promise, too…
THE END| Zane’s been carrying his unusual tingling sensation everywhere: in elevators, down hallways, to the bathroom. At work, in a crowded conference room, next to an open window, under a carport. Perhaps this novel sensation is not related to his shoes after all…|
